Every once in a while, something happens to you that makes you realise that the human race is not quite as bad as it so often seems to be.

Emotions come first, and in the most direct sense: you first have an emotion and then have a feeling. But also first in the history of the human race, for the ability to have emotions long preceded the ability to have feelings.

Once upon a time, forests were repositories of magic for the human race.

I am the entire human race compacted together. I have found that there is no ingredient of the race which I do not possess in either a small way or a large way.

Is the human race a universal constructor?

Don't overestimate the decency of the human race.